and midnight's broken tone
We ducked inside the doorway,
As majestic bells of bolt
struck shadows in these sounds
Flashing for the warriors,
whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees,
on the unarmed road of flight
And for each and every underdog,
And we gazed upon the chimes
Even though a cloud's white curtain
in a far off corner flashed
And the hypnotic splattered mist
Electric lights still struck like arrows
or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones
On their speechless seeking trail
For the lonesome hearted lovers
And for each unharmful gentle soul
And we gazed upon the chimes
As I recall when we were caught
Can't find no track of hours,
As we listened one last time,
and we watched with one last look
Spellbound and swallowed,
Tolling for the aching ones
whose wounds could not be nursed
For the countless confused,
strung out ones and worse
And for every hung up person
in the whole wide universe
And we gazed upon the chimes